At Angers<\/p>\n
From Saint Martin, February 24, 1640<\/p>\n
Monsieur,<\/p>\n
Your Charity has once again added to my already heavy debt of gratitude to you by depriving yourself of your footman to furnish this comfort for me<\/span>1<\/sup><\/a><\/span>. I had thought of thanking you for this and for all the other benefits<\/span>2<\/sup><\/a><\/span> I have received from you. However, I must avow, Monsieur, that expressions of gratitude for the benefits bestowed on me by persons such as yourself, whom I greatly esteem, seem so beyond the requirements of politeness that I rarely express them. This is what renders me speechless, Monsieur, at a time when I am particularly obliged to give proof of my gratitude to you. Please forgive me, for I am so foolish that<\/p>\n I behave the same way with God, whose innumerable gifts to me inspire within me more admiration than thanksgiving.<\/p>\n Accept my silence then, Monsieur, because I cannot act otherwise. Allow me to tell you, however, that 1 have never been more indebted to anyone than I am to you. Thus I remain, Monsieur, your very humble daughter and most obedient servant.<\/p>\n P.S. I believe, Monsieur, that you asked me to send you the formula for rose syrup as well as the method for administering it to the sick. I am enclosing it. Please excuse the deficiencies. Our Master, the loving Doctor, whom I have asked to aid you will make up for them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"